“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
“I’m not a psycho. I’m an empath.”
Me: “You’re a psychempath.”
Portmanteau Nolan strikes again.
Dynamite.
Enjoying some poetry tonight from Cooch Behar Magazine’s new AIM anthology.
Circa 1992. With College Girlfriend, no less.
The young lady pictured was always a sublimely cool individual, so I will spare her the ignominy of naming her here. (We protect the innocent at this blog.)
Thanks to MWC Alum Rick Slagle for the photo!
Tempera on wood.
I am delighted today to learn that my poetry has been published in three new anthologies by Cooch Behar Magazine in India.
My poem “she” appeared in the new Illusion anthology, my poem “March Midnight Window” appeared in the Longing anthology, and my poem “The Mountain At Summer, Seen From Passing Car” appeared in the Joy anthology. You can purchase the respective volumes here, here and here over at Amazon.
Thanks, as always, to Editor Sourav Sarkar for allowing me to see my work appear in such outstanding publications!
And thank you.
Dynamite.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 